Page 98 of Yearning For Her

Willow blushed. Oh, Kian had certainly wrung a variety of sounds from her as he’d played her body.

Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as they continued onward. She brushed her fingers over the purple satin and black lace of her skirt. “So why did you want me to wear this dress tonight?”

“You were wearing it the night we met. I just wanted to see you in it again, wearing it just for me.” He leaned closer and whispered, “And this time, I’ll be the one taking it off you.”

Her desire flared, spreading warmth through Willow that chased the night chill from her bare skin.

He chuckled. “I see the idea appeals to you.”

Anything that had to do with Kian touching her appealed to Willow.

I’m turning into a freaking sex fiend.

So what if I am? There’s nothing wrong with having a healthy sexual appetite.

She felt the bass pulsing through the ground as they approached Reverb. Like the last time she’d passed by here, there were people lined up along the front of the brick building, awaiting entrance, and colorful lights spilled through the upper windows. A little farther ahead was the spot where she’d first seen Kian, the spot where they’d first looked into each other’s eyes. Willow smiled.

That night had changed her life in ways she never could’ve imagined, in ways she still didn’t fully understand.

And seeing that alley again, recalling the way Kian had stood there with his back against the brick wall and his knee bent, the way his eyes had widened when they met hers, that feeling of immediate, powerful connection…

She wished she could recapture that moment on camera.

But they never made it to the alley. Once they’d passed the line, Kian brought Willow to a stop and turned to face the entrance of Reverb.

Willow’s eyes widened as she looked from the nightclub to Kian and back again. “You’re taking me dancing?”

“The night we met, I felt a flicker of longing that was so different from all the lust and gluttony that clouds the air in these places.” He brushed the back of a ringed finger over her cheek. “That’s when I looked over and first saw you. When I first craved you.”

She smiled and traced a finger down the front of Kian’s black button-down shirt until it hooked on his vest. “I wanted to go dancing.”

“I know. I saw that desire as clearly as I felt it.” Covering her hand with his, he leaned down until his forehead touched hers. “My sweet, sweet mortal… You’ve gone far too long without someone caring about what you want.”

If any walls had remained around Willow’s heart, Kian would’ve obliterated them in that moment. But he had long since torn down her defenses. Tears stung her eyes, and Willow softly laughed. “You’re going to make me cry if you keep talking like that.”

Kian pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “No crying, my Violet,” he said, his voice deep and low, his lips caressing her skin as he spoke. “Your tears would bring me to my knees right here, right now.”

He drew back, and his mouth stretched into the most mischievous grin. “And you know how much I love being on my knees before you.”

Willow pulled her hand out of his with a laugh and playfully slapped his chest. “Do you always think of sex?”

Kian arched a brow. “No, I often think of sex. I always think of you.” He placed a hand on her lower back and steered her toward the club’s entrance. “Now, let’s go have some fun, shall we?”

She smiled at him, nearly vibrating with excitement. “Yes.”

When the bouncer working the door noticed their approach, he opened the velvet rope and stood aside, using his body to block the front of the line.

Kian didn’t miss a step as he guided Willow past the bouncer. The man didn’t ask for their IDs, didn’t question their bypassing of the line, didn’t check any list or call anyone with his earpiece. He didn’t exchange a single word or gesture with either of them. Once they were clear, he simply returned to his previous position, closing the rope again.

However brief it had been, the experience struck Willow as surreal. It was the kind of thing she’d only seen in movies.

Had Kian used his magic on the bouncer?

No, she didn’t want to think about that. It would bring up memories she had no desire to recall. Maybe they just knew each other, or maybe Kian was…on the list?

How many times had Kian come here?

Kian pushed the door open, and a wave of sound blasted away Willow’s questions, planting her excitement firmly at the forefront.

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